Drip drop of water from somewhere deep in the house,
tick tock of time from the clock overhead,
honking horns of cars from the road outside,
faint sounds of a pen scratching over a paper and the subtle sounds of deep breathing.
But still the silence was profound, beating on the eardrums- not allowing them to capture any sound other then the loud and harsh cries of silence! Yes, the silence was full of voices, all of them telling their own stories but making no sense in their haste to be heard over the babble of silent voices! I tried hard to understand and decipher the meaning of individual voices but the cacophony of silent cries beat against my ears and rendered then useless, the eardrums stopped straining to hear and the voices of silence died leaving behind the tick tock of time and the drip drop of water!
tick tock of time from the clock overhead,
honking horns of cars from the road outside,
faint sounds of a pen scratching over a paper and the subtle sounds of deep breathing.
But still the silence was profound, beating on the eardrums- not allowing them to capture any sound other then the loud and harsh cries of silence! Yes, the silence was full of voices, all of them telling their own stories but making no sense in their haste to be heard over the babble of silent voices! I tried hard to understand and decipher the meaning of individual voices but the cacophony of silent cries beat against my ears and rendered then useless, the eardrums stopped straining to hear and the voices of silence died leaving behind the tick tock of time and the drip drop of water!
